It is not a secret that I belong to the Vladimir Putin Admiration Society. I have long chronicled the PiM’s daring and virile pursuits, check it out here. Coming face to face with President Reagan, his nation’s sworn enemy, without flinching might just top anything else that Volodya has accomplished, until now…

Putin’s insatiable drive to unseat Sir Winston Churchill as the greatest Prime Minister of all time has taken him into the cockpit of a firefighting plane. His mission? To battle the raging fires which threaten the Rodina.

“I’m going in, cover me Porkins!”

Using the finely honed accuracy which served him well in his trek to save the Siberian tiger, Putin doused the burning inferno with some earth juice scoring a “direct hit”.

I did not appreciate the AP writer’s attempt to dismiss Putin’s heroism,

The stunt was classic Putin. In past years, he has copiloted a fighter jet, ridden a horse bare-chested in Siberia and descended to the bottom of Lake Baikal in a mini-sub. Just last month he drove a Harley Davidson motorcycle to a biker rally.

Stunt? Stunt?!?! Really? This is who the man is, a man on a quest to cure the world’s ills. To make this world a better place one tank of water at a time, all for the benefit of us the little people.

Shame on you AP journo for your nay saying.

Oh, that these United States had such a figure at the top!

You know if a piece of the Russian coastline suffered the same fate as the Gulf, Putin be the first one down there personally plugging the hole until BP or Lukoil could get their act together and cap it.

Long live Volodya!

No Putin post on this blog ends until I give a shout out to Animotion’s greatest hit…

Being in research, I understand that things have to be looked into, checked, double-checked and researched again to get a clear picture of what’s going on in whatever niche of creation we’re looking into. ‘Course, confirming one’s hypothesis doesn’t hurt either.

A study, well a poll, was conducted and its results have recently been revealed.

The aim of the study was to find out which sex lies the most. The poll found that it is men who lie the most. Well, let’s hang a big ol’ “DUH!” on that one. I don’t now who funded the study or how many days/months/years of research went into it but I could have told you that.

In fact, if the people who commissioned the study would have bothered to watch Chris Rock’s 1999 show, “Bigger and Blacker”, he could have told you that, the pertinent excerpt,

Who are the biggest liars, men or women? Men! Women!
Men lie the most, women tell the biggest lies.

Men, we lie all the time.
We lie so much, it’s damn near a language.

lt’s like, to call a man out for lying…is like playing basketball with a retarded kid
and calling him for double dribble….

Men, we lie all the time.

You know what a man’s lie is like?
A man’s lie is like, ”l was at Tony’s house.”
”l’m at Kenny’s house.” That’s a man’s lie.

The decision to drink is a personal one for the Christian. Clearly, if you’re like me and don’t know when to say when, then don’t do it unless you want to open yourself up to all sorts of stumbling blocks and make yourself eternally useless (not to mention the fact that you might make someone else stumble).

Far be it from one such as I to assume that every one of my Christian brothers and sisters has this same struggle, and thus impose prohibition on them. The words of C.S. Lewis are apropos here,

One of the marks of a certain type of bad man is that he cannot give up a thing himself without wanting every one else to give it up. That is not the Christian way.

An individual Christian may see fit to give up all sorts of things for special reasons–marriage, or meat, or beer, or the cinema; but the moment he starts saying the things are bad in themselves, or looking down his nose at other people who do use them, he has taken the wrong turning.

Well I for one, I’m glad that the Veep and other dedicated folks are all for saving us from ourselves (though they should look in the direction of the real culprit behind global warming, or maybe not since it might hurt their eyes.)

The sad news is that now Jupiter (which so far as we know has no nasty temperature-rising human beings on it) is undergoing climate change. According to this piece,

Jupiter’s recent outbreak of red spots is likely related to large scale climate change as the gas giant planet is getting warmer near the equator.

Though I don’t fancy myself a Captain Planet type, it does bother me when people litter. Whether it’s a cigarette butt or the remains of a fast food meal being ceremoniously dumped out a moving vehicle, I can’t comprehend what compels people to do this. (Actually I do, for back when I was hitting the cancer sticks, I’d thoughtlessly do this and do it out of sheer laziness.)

I understand that there are some who would have such offenders pilloried and sent to Al Gore to say a few Hail Gaias.

The focus of the story is really of little consequence insofar as my personal preferences are concerned, but I thought a line from the above story to be especially delectable and oh so British. Regarding Miley’s father,

Most famous in Britain for committing heinous crimes against music with the 1992 hit Achy Breaky Heart, Billy Ray Cyrus – a huge country music star in America – also plays Hannah Montana’s father Robbie in the show.

Heinous crimes? Classic…

Thus ends this month’s foray into the world of celebrities.

Interestingly enough Cyrus (the younger) isn’t quoted in the story as saying that she “won’t become the new Britney”. Sensationalism is indeed, universal.